Quotes About Loss

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: All of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves.

Lisa's eyes, once so magnetic, now just look empty.

Por haber vivido tanto tiempo y haber dejado a mi espalda tantas personas, a estas alturas sé que los muertos pesan, no tanto por la ausencia, como por todo aquello que entre ellos y nosotros no ha sido dicho.

di interi giorni, non serbo che il ricordo di un'irritata frenesia. Avevo perso ogni senso, ogni rispetto; credevo la mia vita una tragedia mal recitata e perciò avevo urgenza di dimenticare.

los muertos pesan, no tanto por la ausencia, como por todo aquello que entre ellos y nosotros no ha sido dicho.

Perdute le radici della propria cultura si cerca di rattoppare con le esistenze passate il grigiore e l'incertezza del presente.

Da ich lange gelebt habe und von vielen Menschen zurückgelassen wurde, weiß ich unterdessen, daß die Toten einen nicht durch ihre Abwesenheit belasten, sondern durch das, was - zwischen ihnen und uns - nicht ausgesprochen wurde.

Sólo al envejecer nos damos cuenta de la gravedad de ciertas palabras, y todo lo que nos hemos perdido —por superficialidad, por egoísmo, por prisa— pesa sobre nuestro corazón, pero el tiempo ya habrá pasado y no vuelve atrás.

Los muertos persan, no tânto por su ausencia, como por lo que entre nosotros y ellos no ha sido dicho.

He announces that lately he keeps losing things. Like your wife and child, I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point.

Love is not changed by death," read the quote by British poet Edith Sitwell, "and nothing is lost, and in the end, all is harvest.

And that was part of the tragedy: I had just started to know her. I was mourning the relationship that could have blossomed but didn't have a chance to grow.

Dying did not bother her at all. We had spoken of this a little in the weeks before. For her, death was the portal to my father. She was eager to see him in heaven. Only one thing bothered her: she was worried, incredibly, that my father might not be there.

Her father left school to join the navy in World War II and worked as a tool grinder and machine specialist at a knitting factory for twenty years—till it was bought by outsiders who closed it down. He lost his pension.

Wilson has to leave early. He got the call earlier this morning: there is a bed for his wife in a nearby hospice. If she is going to take it, she must move today. The doctors still don't understand what is wrong with her, only that her self and her strength are ebbing away, and there seems no stopping it. Wilson's afternoon will be spent getting his wife, with whom he's traveled the world, ready for her final journey.

There is a word, sad and resonant, for the last member of a dying species. The word is endling.

The dead have a long reach. And they can be patient. They wait till you are ready, and then they seep back into your heart and crack it open.

All losses are sad. The end of an important relationship is also a death. When people fall out of love with each other, or when what seemed like a solid friendship falls into ruin, the hope for a shared future--a hope that provided a context and a purpose to life--is gone. [p. 149]

change and loss and sadness and grief are the shared lot of all human beings ... we are all making our way from one end of life to the other hoping--for whatever intervals of time we can manage it--to feel safe and content and strong and at ease. [p.40]

Sadness isn't a kilesha , a habit pattern evoked by challenge. Sadness sis what the mind feels when it is bereaved or bereft. All the wisdom in the world about the inevitability of change or the lawfulness of does not ease the heaviness in the mind that we feel when we lose someone, or something, we hold dear [p. 148].

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This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

We will never be together.

As long as you understand the difference. People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.